3/22/2008

Can I claim credit for the idea of making dishtowels for The Heated? Of course not. But let's face it, my fans aren't allowed to wear t-shirts to work. That's right, my fans have jobs... jobs that enable them to have the money to purchase dishtowels.

3/16/2008

3/08/2008

Disgusting, aren't they?The other day I came home to these on my kitchen floor:These are not my children but they are very cute. In case you're interested, I'm what they're looking at.

How I get down: Last night I went to a party and had too many beers. It was good fun and totally worth the minor headache today. Thanks designated driver (a.k.a. my straight edge friend). The truth is that I've tried to get friends interested in Neutral Milk Hotel and nobody has taken me up on the offer. But last night, Mickey mentioned that he just got the album and I was able to get some things off my chest about it. Bonus points for an evening of already excellent conversation. I should have brought my camera but maybe later, I'll raid Noodle's Flickr page even though she called me weird for looking at it. Last night, I heard Noodle complaining that nobody looks at her Flickr. But I'm off topic here.

Now do it one hundred times: The cds arrived and the packaging has been figured out. There were a few dicey moments with my printer but overall I'm very pleased with it. Today, I put about one hundred of them together. It's fun to have a lot of them, sitting neatly in a row.

3/02/2008

I had an idea to write about the music that has influenced me so I'm starting with my favorite album, which is:Neutral Milk Hotel, In The Aeroplane Over The Sea(Merge, 1998)

My old band-mate worked in a record store and she brought home music I'd never heard of all the time. Some I loved instantly (Nick Drake, very pre-Volkswagon commercial), some I couldn't wait to be turned off (what's their name? Buffalo something?) and others just kind of didn't register with me. In The Aeroplane Over The Sea fell into the last category.

I'd heard the album a few times but didn't really get it until one unbearably hot van ride in Los Angeles. Our band was on tour and headed to downtown Los Angeles. Of course, we were stuck in traffic. The van didn't have air conditioning and we were nearing the end of a mostly disastrous, two week tour during a record-breaking heat wave. In short, there wasn't much left to say, the sun was mercifully going down and the van was finally quiet. I listened and listened. The imagery of "fingers through the notches of your spine", his voice, my failed life on the cusp of changing forever. Love, sex, death, family and freaks. All of it. It changed something in me. It made me want to write a different kind of song.

The band had been broken up for about six months when I finally purchased my own copy. At the time, I was going through a bit of a transition. I knew I still wanted to play music but was having a really hard time finding my voice. It was the first time I'd picked up a guitar in a while and I was trying really hard to change my style. Trying too hard. I was sick of all the songs I'd written so I decided to learn other people's songs and leave my own behind for a while.

So I'd bought In The Aeroplane Over The Sea and now that it was mine, I could read the words so I learned those songs. Most involve no more than six chords and it struck me how much they did with those chords. I didn't need to make a song complicated to make it good. It seems to me that I wrote the first part to The Current Or The Undertow? shortly thereafter and finally felt like I was heading towards the things I wanted to keep.

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I am The Heated and Pistolina Records

Hey, I'm so glad you're reading this. It makes me feel a little zing. Oh, you wanted to know what's going on here? I think The Heated sounds like a little group of people who scrounged around and created instruments from what was lying about in a moment passion, moved by the inexorable need to make some noise. Two sticks from the tinder box became a rhythm section. A sewing machine cover as the bass drum. Whatever they could get their hands on.